Dream CatcherDream Catcher7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I covet your nightmares.
I want to inch them apart,
wire bright and brittle
from under your skin,
split them down the middle
and crawl deep inside.
I want to wrap them
in yellow newspapers
and tatter your skin
right between your shoulder blades
with their bleak words.
I want to see them glisten
bone shard white and blistered,
the pucker of your flesh
stopping up my thoughts
in the lost vacuum of you.
I want to own them
and watch your mouth run dry
the buckle of your body
scraping up against the sky,
savoring the taste of cheap.
Cicero's SilenceThe silence was maddening.Cicero's Silence2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can remember curling up into a tight ball, my knees to my chest with my forehead up against them, my hands covering my ears in a desperate attempt to keep the silence out. The silence pressed in on me from all sides, like a giant hand keeping me locked in it's grasp.
Pontius and Garnag wouldn't speak to me. They just left me alone, in the room with the Night Mother. They are not the Keeper, so they felt unworthy to go near our unholy matron. They only came near me to give me food. But not to talk. Never to talk. I was alone. No one to talk to.
After a while, I grew so desperate to hear a voice, any voice, that I began to speak to myself, and Mother's remains. I would scream, sing, cry, and talk, to ward off the silence, because my dagger was useless in this battle. Only my voice could fight. It wasn't long after that, that I began to talk in third person, just to hear someone, anyone, say my name. I prayed to Mother that someone would come soon, to help me
PrussiaxReaderxFairy!EnglandGilbert was the most popular and well liked man in the office, ______ wasn't well liked at all, she was quiet and shy and not many people new her. She mostly kept to herself.PrussiaxReaderxFairy!England3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She liked her job as a secretary at the research facility she worked for. She got along with most of the staff, so long as she kept to herself. There was one man that made her work day a little more difficult than it needed to be, though. his name was Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was a pompous, pig headed, self centered jerk to her and only to her. He didn't give anyone else a hard time and he didn't give anyone else extra work either.
She wore clothes that she got from the second hand store and were a few sizes too big to hide her figure, she was rather insecure with her looks and she was trying to save up to get her dream house for her and her mom. She always had her hair up in a clip and wore fake glasses. She felt it was like a barrier between her and the people she was seeing. She liked to think of them a
Pirate!England x Reader -Protect her (Mothers day)Pirate!England x Reader -Protect her (Mothers day)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm very, VERY sorry for the delay, but I kinda broke my arm and it makes typing very difficult. This chapter was supposed to be a Mother's day special, but because of my stupid arm I couldn't make it! By the way, this is not the Bonus Chapter I promised to write. This one is made out of boredom, while the actual bonus chapter is going to be really sad (or at least I'll try to make it sad) But because I can only type with one arm, you'll come across lot's of typos. Feel free to point them out
I hope you'll enjoy it!
WARNING: This might contain spoilers if you haven't read the previous chapters yet
You were laying in your bed with your eyes closed. Well, it wasn't really your bed, actually it wasn't a bed at all! You were laying on a small but comfortable hammock inside a gigantic pirate ship, Arthur's pirate ship. The b
A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
World Conference: Introductory ChapterYou took a deep breath as you pushed open the doors to the World Conference building. You had never been more nervous to start a new job. You walked into the lobby, looking around sheepishly at the busy people rushing through. You had no idea where to report to or even who to ask; the receptionist was on the phone. You took the opportunity to take in the surroundings. The décor was delicate, and you contemplated taking a seat in one of the plush armchairs. You had barely sat down when someone called your name. You stood up again right away.World Conference: Introductory Chapter4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"[Name]? Are you ready for the new job?" A tall man walked towards you, his blonde cowlick bobbing comically. It was America, the one who had gotten you this position.
"Ah, yes. I'm so glad you're here. Do you know where I'm supposed to go?"
He shook your hand as a greeting. "Of course, man! I'm here to escort you. Come on, I'll take you to your office," he said as he put a hand on your shoulder, steering you towards an elevator.
Cicero DialogueCicero DialogueCicero Dialogue4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
274 Alphabetical Order
"Ah, but there has not been a Listener in years and years. Our lady has not chosen Cicero... and certainly not Astrid. Or anyone. But someday..."
"Ah! It doesn't matter, what's done is done, right? Cicero is here, as is the Night Mother. Joy of joys!"
"Ahh, another member of the family, hello, hello! So very good to meet you!"
"Alright! So Cicero attacked that harlot Astrid! But what's a fool to do when his mother is slandered and mocked? Surely the Listener understands!"
"And another soul for Sithis."
"And he says to the man, 'That's not a horker, that's my wife!' Hahhahhahahha, ah, I love that one."
"And I said to the baker, 'You're not dead, you're a faker. But if that's your wish, I'll oblige.'"
"And if I spy a singing bird, I'll snap its neck before it's heard."
"And killed them in his honor."
"And now we come to the end of our play! The grand... finale!"
"And there IS NO LISTENER!"
"And what do you do, hmm?! Nothing! Not... not that I
CanadaxReader - WaitingCanadaxReader - Waiting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matthew got up bright and early at 8:00 am to meet you at the park, just like he did every Saturday morning. He finished his pancakes, and walked out the door with a smile.
As Matthew strolled through the park, he stopped and sat down at the nearest bench; the same bench he would always wait at. Every great day between the two of you would always start here and get better. He patiently waited and scanned around the park occasionally. He loved sitting on the bench and watching you run to him from afar, apologizing for being late. The way your face would be flushed from running full-speed, and you're babbling excuses for your tardiness was found oh-so amusing to the Canadian.
It had just turned 12:00 pm when a few more people strolled by through the park. Yet, Matthew waited patiently with that un-dying smile.
At around 3:00 pm, Alfred happened to stroll by and notice Matthew sitting on the bench. "Hey bro, how's it hangin'?" He asked with his overly-enth
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
Suicide noteDear Mister,Suicide note3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lay empty inside with many thoughts of suicide. Limbo is where I stand above the ground so high. The people below laugh at my failure that has tainted my empty heart. So Mister call my phone, talk to me, tell me why I was born when nobody wants me. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next year you will find my wrenched corpse in my bathtub. The cold water will run down my bloody wrists. Liquor stains my clothes because I drank to my death in a good humor. Dead lips so cold just a touch will break me. No longer will I be your victim of your love rape or abuse. The scars on my body are enough proof of your existence. Tonight I will leave my proof of living by dying. Everything that I hold dear is gone now, you stole my everything.
Someday you will wake and see my face in the mirror with soaked bloody tears that you had drawn. Paint my corpse with your lies of love. Whisper your secrets into mouth, tasting the
What is Love?What is Love?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't the size of her breasts
Nor is it the way you dress
Love isn't your wealth
Love isn't the jerk
Love isn't sex
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is when you'll be there for him
Love is when you'll stay by his side
Love is when you'll spend eternity with him
Love is when you'll die for him
Love is to love
Commission: Mental: RussiaXReaderName: Ivan BraginskiCommission: Mental: RussiaXReader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Symptoms: Violent tendencies, uncontrollable paranoia and rage, child-like actions and manipulations
You had been his doctor since the day he was checked into the hospital. Often he spent time staring at the wall, as if imagining something. He had attacked other orderlies to the point where they were hospitalized. He had nearly broken your arm once, but he stopped midway in his attack. He started crying, begging you for forgiveness as he hugged you close, and sobbing into your coat. The other doctors assumed you would be afraid of him but you weren't. You couldn't fear him. Somewhere along the line of meeting him, you had fallen for him. He was fierce, loyal and protective, but naïve, hopeless, helpless, hurt You sighed to yourself. No one had visited him. Friends would help his recovery tenfold but he apparently chased everyone away.
Ivan was always alone. He had terrified his friends, brutalized the guards, intimidated the other menta
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer142P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer143 years ago in Romance More Like This
You could only stare at the man, completely frozen in shock. He stood up, licking the blood off his fingers, and waltzed towards you with a childlike expression on his face.
“Did you miss me?” He repeated, reaching out to touch your face.
You flinched, and he pulled back, looking hurt. “What’s wrong, poppet?”
“Well, for starters, you just killed my mum,” You replied hoarsely, finding that you could move your jaw after all.
“When I got here, poppet,” He said softly, reaching out and pulling you towards him. You didn’t flinch away this time, much to his relief. “She was cursing your name and looking around so she could beat you. Do you really think I could let anybody get away with that?”
“Ollie,” You mumbled, “I’m not as defenseless as I was when I left. I’ve been leaving Berlitz at my friend’s house and constantly on the move. I only stay here for three hours for sleep.”
Pirate!England x Reader - Protect her FINALPirate!England x Reader - Protect her FINAL3 years ago in Romance More Like This
GUYSSS!! I made a continuation, so technically speaking this isn't the last chapter anymore
(the link it in the description) HAVE FUN D
It has been almost three since Arthur got injured
but his wound is almost completely healed, or at least,
he claims it is, but I don't really believe him. I can see in his
eyes that it still hurts. We (Lily, the pirates, the resistance,
Lovino and Peter) are still on the same Island, we wait untill
Arthur is completely recovered before we set sail. In the meantime,
I've been spending alot of time with Peter. He is way nicer than I
thought and he needed someone to talk to. Peter never told me
what really happened when he was captured by the evil pirates
when he was sailing
ReaderxCursed Doll! England-- I'll Help You Pt 8FINAL CHAPTERReaderxCursed Doll! England-- I'll Help You Pt 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You pulled Arthur out of the restaurant and, totally ignoring your car, you led him to a nearby park a few blocks down the street. You refused to slow your pace after what had happened. You wanted to just run to the end of the earth to escape Alfred at this point. You had always known the American to be impulsive and hardheaded, but you would have never pinned him as the person to ruin an entire evening!
When you reached the park, you allowed yourself to slow to a gentle walk, a welcome relief to Arthur who was tripping over his feet the entire way. You looked at the clock on the church tower across the street. It was just after four in the morning. Alfred had to blow the last two hours you had with Arthur tonight. You and Arthur sat down by the fountain and sat in silence. After what seemed like an eternity, you broke the silence.
Tears began to flow down your cheeks. Arthur, who had turned his face from you when he sat down, didn't notice until he heard you s
La psicologa (ArgxChi-Pasicologa!Reader) Cap1 Dia1Estás contenta.La psicologa (ArgxChi-Pasicologa!Reader) Cap1 Dia13 years ago in Romance More Like This
El otro día te trasladaron como psicóloga de una escuela y ya te encargaron dos chicos, a quienes conocerás hoy. Te encanta tu trabajo, ayudar a los demás a resolver sus problemas te hace sentir una persona superior a los demás, porque sabes que ayudas y contribuyes al bien del mundo... Sin soberbia ni egocentrismo, así piensas. O algo así. Es interesante analizar a las personas, ¿No? Después de todo, por eso y por otras razones escogiste la carrera de psicología.
El colegio es amplio, de una estructura antigua pero no tanto. No logras reconocer la época, ya que parece que fue reformado hace poco. Es un edificio hermoso mas no te detienes a observarlo, estás ansiosa por conocer a tus “pacientes”.
El director te recibe en su oficina con una sonrisa amable y hay algo más en su rostro. ¿Culpa? Sin duda es cansancio, y algo más. No sabes si es culpa u otra cosa. Pero parece exhausto, lo ves en sus facciones, en su cabello marrón descuidado...
Your Favorite Soldiers: AmericaXReaderXCanadaAlfred and Matthew were the two twins who you loved with your entire heart. When Alfred asked you out in high school you said yes, though you later found out Matthew had a crush on you too, but because you were happy, Matthew stayed back. In your senior year, when they turned eighteen, they were drafted into the armed services. They had no choice but to go because the military ordered them to do so. You prayed for their safety. You loved them both so much. Alfred and Matthew were the world to you. When you were at your lowest, they came to you and brought your spirits up. They were your life.Your Favorite Soldiers: AmericaXReaderXCanada4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Al Mattie " you whispered.
You had given them both a token, like the maidens in the stories that their older friend Arthur used to read to them when they were younger. Arthur was in war too. But you recalled the stories. Knights received tokens from their princess and returned after they had slain the dragon. You only hoped it would work again. Alfred got a bracelet that you never took
France x reader x England: White Horse Part 4Previously:France x reader x England: White Horse Part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Vell vhat else did you do to make her angry, zhen?”
“I kissed another woman on our one-year anniversary make-up date…”
“You… VHAT?! That vas so unawesome! I can’t even…” For once in his life, Gilbert was at a loss for words.
“How? Why?” Antonio spoke up.
“I was looking for a new purse for (Name)! I saw a perfect one of Paris and the Eiffel Tower, and I just had to get it! (Name) always wanted to go there with me… Anyways, so I went over to the pashmina-bag woman and she pulled me in and kissed me. I didn’t want to! She’s been forcing herself on me for ages and -”
“Right… really, Francis? How could you do this to your own chica!?”
“It was Merysa!”
(2nd person P.O.V.)
“It was Merysa…” you sniffled, finally saying her name. What Francis did s
The Little Chapter Six: Faint ReconizationThe Little Chapter Six: Faint Reconization3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin'
Oh don't lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah"
Lyrics from Imogen Heap's 'Speeding Cars'
Arthur sat peacefully at his desk reading. If it weren't for the discomfort in his knee it'd be any other day. He sighed and rubbed his cast longingly.
"Arthur!" came a voice from behind him. He turned his head and saw Alfred charging at him at full speed.
"A-Alfr-" he started. Alfred hugged him from behind him, squeezing him a bit too tight.
"OhmygoshArthuryourleg!" Alfred squeaked into Arthur's neck.
"I-It's all right-" Arthur was again interrupted.
"No it's not. I'm so sorry." Alfred gave Arthur a reassuring squeeze. Arthur gulped.
"W-Well I'll be fine, really." he told Alfred. It didn't work. Arthur released him and went to his own desk, to the left of Arthur's.
"Yeah, you'll be okay." Alfred said, surprising Arthur.
"Juuust as soon
An Atlantic DivorceLies AdornedAn Atlantic Divorce9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A serrated sound
intruded our father - daughter
discussion, though my mind was far
from focused, manipulated
by comfort's trickery.
Your not-so-nimble fingers
fumbled with the flip-phone,
immediately wishing you hadn't;
"I love you.
My naive ideals were deceived
by the screen's pixels of white
and black - no shades of gray,
no room for doubt.
My mother's name is Michelle.
The pressure of adorned
lies rested upon my shoulders,
weighting my body below the surface.
With time the bubble ridden
water cooled, steam escaping
through the gaps from which my own
Ripples tamed, my comatosed
being unable to struggle.
Ice settled in place.
This bath-tub winter breezed
into summer: ice cracked and watered
just at the break of fall;
your lies faltered, and she knew.
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you-
I found out that hope can be so wounding
And now I know what meaningful desires can do-
The pieces of my dreams are still crumbling
You made me fade in-and-out of your Heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And then right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into my same old Hell called: vulnerability
This feeling...is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you...so much
The rift between us seems to be infinite
Don't go...don't leave
Don't let go...of me
But when you left me for the last time-
I knew that the wrong kind of love can be so fucking addicting
I realized that you combined my truth with your lie-
You always made your words so fucking convincing
You forced me to despise what I will never have-
As you pretended to hand me m
The Girl with the Voice - RalofWe come from the land of the ice and snow,The Girl with the Voice - Ralof4 years ago in Drama More Like This
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
"The Immigrant Song", Led Zeppelin (Page, Plant)
The morning was colder than it had been in recent days. Ralof wasn't convinced that the temperature had anything to do with the climate of Skyrim however; he was sure the camp's proximity to the fort at Broken Tower Redoubt had more to do with the chill up his spine. Those damn Forsworn crawled through the fort; their burning eyes scanning the horizon. Ralof and his men were forced to keep their cooking fires low to prevent unwanted attention. It also meant that they had to rely upon their furs and pelts for added warmth. And he wasn't sure if either was successful.
Low clouds at this elevation were at least helping to provide cover from both directions: preventing discovery from the fort to the south and the caravan that was
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Under the Willow TreeThe wind blows with gentle sorrow,Under the Willow Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the weeping girl sits under the willow tree.
She cries all day with the deep pain of a broken heart;
A pain no one else seems to see.
The dark closes in around her;
Her cries echo to the emptiness.
There's nothing left of her soul.
She's meant to die in the cold.
She hollow out her heart;
Tears herself to bits.
She knew she was to broken;
A candle to never be lit.
She carved out her gentle soul,
And stone took its place.
She tossed it to the wind for it was only pain and greif.
She left it to wither under the willow tree.
she lived life under a plate of glass;
To clear to be stone,
But to hard to be smashed.
She grew old all alone.
She never married or had kids;
Only ever wanted to be on her own.
The doctor told her she'd die by the nights' end.
She treated her long needed death as an old friend;
Letting it take her hand and lead her out of bed,
But she had one thing she wanted to be said.
"I am happy that death will finally take me,